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Diary - Friday 14 November 2003

14 November 2003

Hello readers - this is Sue, your first female diarist, signing in. I'm feeling a little nervous about this as the last time I kept a diary was when I was 18 and it all ended in tears. My sister read it and shopped me to my mum and dad for smoking something naughty. So if you detect any illegal substances in this diary, keep it to yourselves.

On to football. I could go all girlie here and complain that I don't understand the offside rule. However, having watched a few hundred Town games, I understand it only too well. If a Town striker with a bit of pace is free on goal then he must be offside. Oh, and Jevons too. But if anyone can explain to me why the lunatic I sit next to in the Pontoon keeps shouting "foul throw", I would be grateful.

I suppose you'll be wanting some team news for tomorrow's game. Cribbing shamelessly from the official site, I can tell you that Grovesie has suffered a fit of amnesia and has lost Barnard. Maybe he should try a tannoy announcement at Blundell Park - that's what they do when you lose someone in a shopping centre. He is apparently not intending to play Crowe at left-back and I say thank goodness for that as in both the games in which Crowe has stood in for Barnard we conceded three goals. Instead Grovesie might give a go to one of the youngsters, "Greg, Wardy or Wes." Sounds like a firm of architects. Maybe in between tackles they can draw up some plans for a new stadium which doesn't look like a glorified multi-storey car park.

Of Stockport County I know nothing except that last week they lost to Stevenage Borough in the FA Cup and that they are near the bottom of the division. Which probably means Town will put in one of their lackadaisical "we've got the beating of this shower" performances and lose embarrassingly. Oh well - at least now I work from home I don't have to hear all those patronising commiserations on a Monday morning.

I would try and find out who the ref is tomorrow so that I could let you know his current score on the Butcher scale, but today is my day off and I have more important things to do - like get out into the big wide world (otherwise known as Lincoln) and spend some money. Only 40 shopping days to Christmas!